In what must be seen as a victory for the Pull-Bull Association (PBA), the Government has decided to legalise their hitherto illegal activities, in what is stated to be an attempt to protect members of the public who use their services. It is now incumbent upon the Pull-Bull Association (PBA) to get their act together and decide upon a proper name for themselves. In the case of the latter, the Police may very well have to put out an APB for some of their members when they try to get certificates of good character, let's hope the Police have their Warrant Officers ready with handcuffs when the flood of applications come in.
Little Jack boy
Word is out that maybe Gypsy should try to pen a new calypso for the upcoming season which would be a new twist on an old classic of his, only this time he should call it "Little Jack Boy." This would be relevant in two senses, as we heard this week from Little Jack Boy, that he is disenchanted with the People's Partnership Government and is weighing his political options even though they may be diametrically opposed to his Daddy's. Kudos to him for standing up and stating his position as an independent individual. He received moral support from Papa who indicated that Sonny Boy is free to make his own choices. Papa meanwhile has his hands full, and it looks like "issa" gonna be a hell of a battle in the Plaza for the Crown, between him and those who wish to see him removed from the role of Kingmaker and party Jefe and reduced to the role of being a "Little Jack Boy."
Rising sun-rising from the dead
Basdeo Panday meanwhile, has resurrected himself from the dead to declare that the UNC is dead. Well who better to know the dead, than the dead themselves? But it is clearly an indication of the self-consciousness and discomfiture shown at times by the Government, that Roodal "Heir Apparent" Moonilal, dedicated a long and spirited response to Mr Panday, which only served to give the old Silver Fox a credence and credibility which he didn't deserve. So all power to that Panday, and meanwhile the good son, who is basking in the light of the rising sun, is making good progress as Junior Minister of National Security, with strong decisions and decisive action.
I spy, I lie
The games of I Spy, I didn't Spy, I Lie, I didn't Lie, continued throughout the week as what was supposed to be a nuclear missile aimed at the heart of the PNM or the PM (Project Manager), fizzled out into a damp, limp, lifeless squib and the various mouthpieces of the Government played mouth organ all over the issue. The irrepressible Volney, not wanting to be outdone by anyone in the area of ludicrousness, came out swinging with a fantastic tale of two Israeli men destroying files. Take win Volney, take win. You won the game of I Spy, I didn't Spy, I Lie, I didn't Lie.
Pan in danger-again?
Panmen took time off from pounding pan to start pounding their Arts & Culture bedfellow Gypsy whom they now see as a wandering stranger, a nomad, an outcast, doomed to roam the wilderness until he apologises for saying Pan in danger. When Merchant sang this immortal classic years ago, panmen one and all loved it and embraced it, because nobody said that they were the danger. Now that Gypsy seeks to identify the source of the danger and to propose and propound a theory that Pan is in danger from Pan Trinbago, he has raised their hackles and now faces their wrath and in the typical Trini style of shooting the messenger, "they come out for war" and is "dust in yuh face" for Gypsy. Gypsy however, could handle himself in any battle of words, being a former Extempo King and one is certain that he would produce his facts and figures to back up what many persons have long suspected to be true.
Lee Sing and leasing
Lee Sing this week got into the Leasing business with most of his potential tenants rejecting his plum offerings and the whole scenario escalated into an unholy fracas which resulted in what some claimed to be heavy handed Police action at the behest of the equally heavy handed Mayor who intends to rule the city with an iron fist. When I talk, let no damn vagrant bark, otherwise is the city pound for you too, along with the dogs also. Drunkards, prostitutes and all "wutless" limers, who enjoy the nightlife are soon to also be under the thumb of King Louis I, as he seeks to ban them all, or lock them up with his Mayoral chains and we know that whatever he touches turns to gold. So eat your heart out Marlene with your fake gold, we've got the real thing up here and all Hail King Louis.